For the ask meme! Objects 3 - Stapes, Weather and Nature 7 - Raina, Community and Relationships 10 - Fall, Mind Body and Soul 15 - Magpie
Anything bat or skeleton related, but death imagery in general is their vibe. Stapes would absoloutely adore those anatomically incorrect skeletons that come out around halloween. probably collects them.
Raina cannot read a map to save their life. Them being incapable of this spawned from my ability to walk off of cliffs on pm every map where this is possible due to my lack of paying attention.
10) Is there a habit your character has that they learned from someone else?
No doodle for this one as tablet is having connectivity issues atm (need to replace the cable for it haha). Fall has her mothers habit of dancing whilst using a mop or broom. If its quiet you may catch her dancing but she tries to avoid doing it around customers as it can be akin to a bull in a china shop, as the saying goes.
Magpies sleep routine is very basic. Try to prevent hair knotting overnight, dress in her jimjams, attempt to suffocate her co-WOL with bunny ears whilst absorbing the absoloute heat he gives off (Theo is @thirstykateyes)
One last fic for Day 7 - Nostalgia and of course it’s the classic boys.
Title: Progress
Characters: Australia (Kyle), Russia (Ivan)
Kyle sticks his tongue out at the very word, pulling a face and making a short raspberry noise with his mouth. It’s a reaction that surprises Ivan to a point as he looks down at the other, who’s lounging across the sofa they’re seated on with his head and shoulders in Ivan’s lap. It’s not so much that the reaction is so strong or even a little childish in its style. Big, immature reactions being a specialty of Kyle’s is a fact that even the island Nation himself couldn’t really deny. It’s that it’s at that particular word, though, that puts a little bit of confusion onto Ivan’s face.
“What? You’re not even a little bit of the nostalgic type, moya radost’?” Ivan questions. He guesses, distantly in the back of his mind, that that doesn’t seem that far off. Kyle has been, at least for as long as Ivan can think back to in the moment, a modern sort of person. It always feels a little unexpected to see when he himself, and a number of other Nations he can think of, can often get so hung up on the Good Old Days.
There are exceptions of course, though usually narrowed and with a clear reason. It often feels like every Nation has some period in their history they’d rather forget in more recent days; it’s the way history seems to work after all. Progress not just in mechanical and technological terms, but in societal terms, too. Ivan has more than a few moments like that himself, and he’s sure Kyle does as well.
And while Kyle dismissing some parts of his past like any other Nation would be more than easily accepted, the practically carelessly quick answer to Ivan’s question that he gives, “Fuck no,” feels a little too broad of a dismissal, even for him. There’s a break for a moment or so before it seems to click for Kyle, and he turns his attention further onto Ivan. “Wait, you are? C’mon, Ivo, don’t tell me you miss some part of your history enough where you wish you could go back to there again?”
Ivan considers, distantly, before giving a half shrug. “Hmm, I mean there were parts I can admit to missing. I don’t know if I’d specifically want to go back to those times if I could, but...,” he answers after a few moments, trailing off rather than further confirming that he can’t help but think back on some parts of those times a little fondly.
“For real?” Kyle ask, brows furrowing a little in half surprise. He twists in his seat as well, leaning his head back until he can more easily look up at Ivan. He doesn’t exactly judge the other, but he does question the sentiment, “I thought your childhood sucked, too, though. What would you miss from there?”
Ivan nods, easily agreeing to the first question as well as the following statement. Few Nations similarly seem to be a stranger to a rough adolescence, but Ivan speaks up to acknowledge it wasn’t all bad. He can remember sometimes getting along with his family better than he tends to nowadays. “It was not all happy, no, but…,” his words drift once more, trying to figure out the simplest way to answer. “I did have more people around back then, and I do miss that. When I was very little, I could spend far more time with my sisters before politics and other issues split us up. When I was a little older, I was able to keep all the people I cared about with me. They were all safe and I had them close every day and I-,” there’s a slight shift to his voice as he catches himself and corrects, even nodding his head slightly to better convey that change. “I recognize now that that apparently wasn’t good for everybody. Again, it was not all happy… but…,” he lifts his shoulders a little in a small shrug, “I miss when things were less lonely.”
Kyle’s expression settles into a concerned frown as he stares up at the other, before he moves again in Ivan’s hold. His hands find the cushion he’s sitting on and he pushes himself up. At recognizing what the other’s doing, Ivan moves his own hands to help pull Kyle, too, aiding him in sliding fully into his lap. When finally settled into his new spot, Kyle leans over to press a kiss to his cheek, responding that he doesn’t like to hear that his boyfriend feels lonely.
Ivan gives another shrug, quicker this time, before offering back that he’d said less. He knows he has Kyle, or other friends and family. But they’re at a distance now, a boat or train or even plane trip away. He’s happy with what he has now, too, but he can still miss things in the past as well. “There’s... nothing in your history you miss?” Ivan presses again.
“Plenty, but there’s more shit that I’d miss from right now than I miss from back then.” Kyle further explains that, to him, the idea of nostalgia always feels like being too afraid of change to stop looking back. Like wanting to hold on to what you were comfortable with just in case the future gets too scary.
There’s a pause, consideration, before his voice eases a bit, losing some of the volume and energy it’d had. “I mean, I do get it. Even used to be like that a lot.” He gives a breathy laugh, before reminding Ivan of when they first got together. “Remember how scared I was about it? It was that same thinking. Believing I was more comfortable being alone compared to being with you, just because the times in the past where I was alone hurt less than the other relationships I’d had ended up hurting.” Here the laugh he gives is stronger, and he puts a bit of that careless humor back into his voice as he rolls his eyes and mutters, “I mean, what a dumbass way of thinking, right?”
Ivan’s smile pulls to the side, souring a little and making a disapproving humming noise at the other’s self-criticism, which gets another chuckle out of Kyle before the island Nation leans in, pressing their foreheads together. “Yeah, yeah, but I mean I learned. You helped with that.” He presses a quick kiss to Ivan’s other cheek at this.
“Like,” he continues, “there’s a lotta other shit I like about the current age that helps keep me from getting too wistful about the past, too.” He notes the new ease of travel thanks to airplanes, allowing him to visit family in a matter of days instead of months or more at sea. The speed with which he can now communicate with friends via a call or text, rather than having to write letters and wait for responses if they’re too far to reach in person. The sometimes-overwhelming access to information that he either had to sit through boring classes, slog through books, or just never have the chance to learn before the creation of the internet. There’s even something to be said about the help with keeping human friends for longer periods of time; after all, it’s much easier to hide an absence of aging if most of the conversations shared with said friends are kept to text and audio communication. And for those he does lose, he’s found it softens the pain a little when he can have a good heap of pictures and video saved of them thanks to the improvements to cameras and storage over the years.
“See... I never had a lotta people around me like you did when I was growing up. ‘Least, not many I wanted around, anyway. Even the Kiwi felt like they were so far away half the time when I was young. So like… the farther back ya go, the more lonely it was for me.” Kyle pauses as Ivan leans in here, reaching a hand up to stroke through the brown strands of hair while moving to press a brief kiss to the Australian’s jaw. Kyle tilts his head, stealing a lip lock from those lips instead, only continuing with a quiet chuckle after Ivan pulls back. “But now? Now we can talk almost all the time. Now I can make and keep way more friends than I ever had before. Now… now I got you. Good old days don’t got you in them, now do they?” His expression settles into a warm grin, half slanted in the way most of his smiles sit on his face. He lets his hands drift down to Ivan’s shoulders, before reaching forward to loop them around the back of his neck.
Ivan grin widens, sparing a soft, pleased laugh as he squeezes the brunet a little more in his arms. “That’s fair,” he agrees, murmuring softly, “How can I truly miss any other moment when you’re here with me in this one?”
“Exactly,” Kyle says, smile widening before he gives the other a wink and a final peck to his lips. “Best argument for progress there is.”
trollybazoo replied to your post: some adrian gta stuff[[MOR] i just. love how...
oh i LOVE mel accidentally outing anya as corrupt/at least Questionable to her coworker this way that’s so good fhkdjf
mel just has no reason to assume any other FIB agent has stock in her life not being ruined other than anya so CLEARLY they must be acting in her stead, right?? but also god just. adrian very suddenly being very interested in anya. hey anya do you like dancing? doesnt matter, i need you to meet me at this dance club so we can have a conversation muffled by loud music outside of work kthx
are there any OCs you have that exist mostly as concepts that you'd like to expand on someday?
I have like 3/4 Pokémon oc ideas I've had for years that I have never really expanded upon that I'd love to one day, he'll this ask nearly got me round to doodling them but I still can't figure out the designs just right so you get the concepts
Lurantis: high femme. Easily flustered, embarrassed by her smile/laugh. Has the air of a damsel in distress, typically acts more confident in a helmet (bike or knight, not sure of the setting yet). Fast and proficient fighter. Has been thoroughly swept off her feet by
Leavanny: he/him butch lesbian, princely looking motherfucker. Charismatic, charming, romantic, will play the fool for his lady if it makes her smile. Several thoughts behind those eyes all pertaining to Lurantis
Then we have
Frosmoth: think chubby barmaid of an inn in the snowy tundra, several snow children who are both hers and adopted. Has a thing for dragon types but they never visit so far north.
